CLOUDED MOMENTARILY, THE WAY NOW CLEAR

the truth elusive
with each passing year
demands a box to put it in
a guard to stand over it
knowing and respectful
glances no longer furtive
lines no longer coy

the right ear
called to sit nearby
offered secrets
no one else knew
shy to hear them
anxious to hold them

beneath weeping moonlight
sketch a map of Eden
learn the way home
seek out the fastest route

I found the key
in your shoe
next to your soul